The dark haired girls attack in threes, they cut your plays off at the kneesThey meet you out in bars of foam and drag you further from your homeYou're out alone, out of your depth, and Satan laughed and Jesus wept

Hey, yeah [?] taxi-cabsOh, whoa, whoa, you caught me in the aftermathYeah, yeah there is no outline to graphIt's been segued and cut in half